Today

Here,
Now.
It is the moment you have.
Read: pick up a thought and leave your mark-
Make a difference

20.9.12

Growing

Dear Mourners,

In my time of such profound recognition,
I find myself most famous,
The performance of emotion is about me.
The life I lived, has said goodnight,
Before me is the next

I cast my dead eyes into the crowd,
I catch a glimpse of weeping eyes
My laughter fills my dead silence
And my unbeating heart is full of joy
My life's toils, and pain, and tears,
I see be for lived now as theirs

Unknowing, you, did all to show,
The way or not, you hurt or helped

I choose a life of regrets,
Rather than nevers
Because that is a sure way,
I know I learned

19.3.12

Summer Shakespeare!!

Exciting Summer program about to take place in Ghana!!

http://www.summershakespearegh.com/ 

Arts in Ghana

I remember growing up and the voices of the old ones
The wisdom passed down to my by my respected elders
Nuggets of years lived, 
Experience worn
and Badges of knowledge attained by the years on this earth

"Such a waste of time!"
"Do your times table!"
"Count the pawpaw seeds!"

The pencil slapped from the hands of the young dreamer,
The seedling choked out, 
The very being and passions within discouraged, 

Because there is little avenue for the Arts in Ghana. 
Please help this change.

The Kasemo Art Initiative's aim is to encourage and promote the Arts in Ghanaian children. 
Please help in any way that you can.

kasemoart.blogspot.com

16.3.12

Unrequited

I love my little jerk.
The one who never listens when I talk,
The one who says I could look better,
The one who uses words
Not as truth 
But as fillers of the time and space.
The one who thinks my caring is annoying
The one who wants to be left alone,
Untouched.
The gnarly bearded gnome who comes around at night;
Hungry for some midnight porridge:
My warm bowl of sweet sop
I love the one who thinks of him and he alone,
Who dreams of the silence of my absence,
While I yearn for the quietness of his presence 
Because for him talking to me is a pained chore.
I miss the one who rejoices at my waning shadow and cringes at the approaching steps of my advent.
I miss the one whose mind can spare not moment nor second wasted on the worthless thought of me
My heart and soul, my head, my body desires and screams, craves and aches for a sign,
As minute as the flicker of tenderness in a strangers eyes- love
A twitch in the corner of a lip- smile
A flick of a finger in my direction- hug
A parting of the lips, if for a moment
So I can dream the thoughts and words to the action
"I love you"

11.1.12

Mohawk Boy

Six year old man rocks the mohawk of a rock star,
Confidently concentrates on his swagger strut
As he follows his dad around the airport terminal.

Thinking with my mother's brain I disapprovingly judge his parents
With my little sister's face, I smile and flash a thumbs up
My teacher's heart warms at his childfulness.

Outward appearance has an impact on everyone,
How much it matters to you makes you
Dress to impress, you or them.

Tooth Decay

Sweetheart,
Sugar pie,
Honey bun
Sweetie pancake,
Sugar plum
Hon muffin
Sweet cheeks
Sugar love
Honey bunch


Sweet,
Sugar,
Honey,


Mon chou
Mon sucre d'orge
I wanna taste your goodies,
Put some sugar on me,
Chocolate love.

Eats through the hard enamel epidermis,
drills through soft tissue, seeps down to nerve tissue till abscess forms.
Rotting away the very core of the heart.